Day 8 - Weigh day

There's a feeling of dread that comes over you when you step up onto those scales. The numbers start flicking by... 30.8...60.something.....98.What?.... OI!!!!! Get ya foot off there....She's lucky I've known her for so long. Bloody cheeky. So it turns out that I actually had a loss, even after yesterdays little tantrum although it could also have been that I stripped basically down to the bare essentials... wallet out of pocket... watch off... belt as well... Yes I was still dressed... that would have just been wrong and besides who really wants to look at that first thing in the morning. I have enough trouble with having to deal with myself like that let alone putting anyone else through that torment.

I am however afraid to say that yes I did celebrate the loss with a smoked chicken and cranberry bagel with lettuce and tomato and a medium sized coffee, all up about 14 points, but i had had only an apple for breakfast and it was 10:30am. L:unch was to consost of a visit to Apple land anyway. Besides today is Friday and that means Friday night takeaways. I was a little sneaky in saying "Hey Nan, let's have pizza for dinner tonight, it's on me" So I learnt yesterday Dominoes do a "Good choices" pizza, 12 points for a whole pizza to oneself. A couple of pieces of garlic bread and theer's a meal for 16 points and I still get the satisfaction of having the weekly takeaway and in a way helping not only myself by my Grandmother as well. She complains a bit about being overweight but doesn't really seem to understand that if you eat pies, savouries, chocolate biscuits and cream buns on a regular basis, you're going to put on weight. So not only am I helping myself along the way hopefully I can give her a gentle shove in the right direction.... even if she doesnt realise thats whats happening. Hey at least she's started buying bags of fruit now.

But back tpo this pizza. Now I'm not a fan of mushrooms, never have been... never will be and in a way thats a good thing. I'm somewhat allergic to them. Throat swelling... lack of oxygen, blueness and a trip to the hospital is something I'm not willing to go through even if I did like them. Even though the good choices pizza's and pasta options that they have look mighty fine, they're covered in mushy's. So of course I ordered one without and then the pimplely faced little twat asked if I "wanted something else in place of them". Maybe they didn't realise that these pizza's are measured for people like us so we know the points value of them and can safely eat them. I mean who really wants to try and work out how much extra bacon they've put on them and then find out that for the same 12 points you can only have three pieces instead of four. So being the smart ass that I am I replied "How about a swirl of chocolate?... but can you make sure that it's one with zero points in it"

"Huh?' was the reply "
"Nevermind"
"So do you want mushrroms on it or not?"

Now the last time someone serving me spoke to me like that the reply they got from me wasn't exactly polite. In fact it was quite short, sharp and too the point. "Well there's three drinks and I only have two hands..... what the f**k do you think?... Hey Ali I bleeped that one.... she'd be so proud.. :P needless to say I got given a holder for them.

Sometimes it's the little things like that that can send you over the edge.

As the day came to a close, I realised something... it's a new week, which means all new weeklies.... I have a few left over from the week. Well when I say a few... I really mean 3... well a couple would be 2 so a few must be 3 and even though I'd had some blow outs throughtout the week... (Thats 4 for those keeping track) I still managed to have a loss and have 3 points left our of the entire wekk's dailys and the weeklies.

It's a new week and I have a new toy to play with a pedometer (which as I have a sick sense of humour took on a whole new meaning for a several (several being more than some and less than a lot) hours.